NANA'S MEMORIES

As soon as hubby gets me a spot cleaned out and kills that snake he says is as big as a fence post, I'm going to start fishing. I think I'll use a cane pole like Mama did.

My brother in law gave this to me for my birthday. We share a love of birds and flowers. He is in the nursing home - slowly recovering from a stroke. He probably needs this more than I do now. Maybe Freda should take it to him. Wouldn't he just love to be sitting out here on this gorgeous day? Arkansas is beautiful.

By the time I finish this post, it will be 2012. I have spent a good part of this New Year's Eve reading posts from the blogs I follow. Although I do not always know where you live, I do love to read of your everyday goings-on. I find them all so interesting while at the same time all so different. So many of my favorite blogs seem to involve chickens. I guess it is a little late for us to begin raising chickens as we left the farm we had lived on for forty years for a place closer to town. But it would be nice to see the chickens scratching around outside. Aren't they supposed to be good for keeping down the tick population? But aren't they also a little silly? They might get loose and get hit by the trains that come roaring past the house. And too, I would  have to think of names for them all. I will just read about your chickens. I love to see all the photos of the gardens and canning you do. We did put in gardens at the old place. A few gardens were so large I th...

CAN YOU FIND THE DEER? I awoke early this morning to prepare for a breakfast with family and to watch the Arkansas River Flotilla go upriver toward Ozark. I rarely have time in the mornings to look outside but this morning I saw a deer just steps from my bedroom door. Although deer are not uncommon in our yard, it is unusual to see them this close. I could hardly see her in the early morning dawn. CAN YOU FIND THE PREYING MANTIS? We enjoyed a nice breakfast and get together with two of my aunts and an uncle on the back porch. Before we finished eating, this little guy was climbing up Auntie's arm. She shrieked and knocked it off into the grass. Aren't they perfectly camouflaged? WHAT ABOUT THIS PREYING MANTIS? Apparently these "walking sticks" have infested my back porch. And as demonstrated in yesterday's post Spider Webs , spiders have taken over as well. They are all pretty creepy looking but I th...

The Arkansas River Flotilla will be passing behind my house on Tuesday. As I was preparing the back porch for a possible breakfast there, I tripped over a rug, fell headlong into a lawn chair, and scraped across the cement floor into the 1950's chrome and formica dinette set I have by the window. Because I was afraid hubby would come around the corner and see me sprawled in a heap, I was able to get up more quickly than usual. Although it may seem odd to some, I am most embarrassed when hubby is aware of my awkwardness. Along that same line, but somewhat off the subject, I have never told hubby how much I weigh. He has asked on occasion telling me, "It is just a number." Since it is just a number, I may tell him I weigh 120 pounds. Hubby was with me during my pre-op for surgery one time when the nurse asked my weight. She launched into this long spiel about why it was important for administration of the anesthesia but ...